FAUSTO [11/06/1999]

About 15 years ago a friend of mine told me of a clothing store that was operated by a married gay man. The man was supposed to be an older gentleman so naturally I thought I would check it out.

When I went in I introduced myself and told the man that we had a mutual acquaintance. Alas, he was probably about 50 years old and even though he was attractive he wasn't quite old enough for me. I talked to him for awhile then excused myself and left.

Three days ago I was thinking about the encounter and wondered if the store and the man was still there. It was only about a half hour drive from work so on my lunchhour I decided to pay a visit.

It was raining and cold and when I got near the store I was glad to find that it was still there. I had to make a left turn through traffic in order to get to the parking area. As I sat and waited for a chance to turn I watched the front door of the store. I was pleasantly surprised when the man appeared at the door. He poked his head out and looked around, surveying the weather I presumed. Upon first glance I was glad I decided to return. Fausto had aged nicely. His 5' 8" frame had changed quite a bit since my last visit. He had a lot less hair than before.

I was more anxious than ever to get into the store. I quickly found a parking space and ran to the door (still raining). When I entered, Fausto greeted me and we began to talk. I tried my best to keep the conversation going on about clothes and the weather and anything else just to keep him talking.

I asked him if he had any pants that might fit me. I explained that I always had a hard time finding pants to fit. I was hoping that I could get him to measure my pants inseam. The idea that he might touch me was exciting me. Fausto however, explained that the problem was the zipper length. He told me that I should be wearing a short zipper rather than a long zipper. He pulled a tattered tailors measure from a drawer and proceded to demonstrate. He measured from my belt to the end of my zipper. He was careful not to press on any point which disappointed me greatly. He then showed me a pair of pants with a long zipper. I played the uncomprehensive part and asked him to show me again. This time he measured me again but used a subtle amount of pressure against my hardening cock.

I was really enjoying the play acting. Taking the measuring tape I measured my own pants and nodding in understanding. I affirmed that my pants had a 7 inch zipper and asked for affirmation that a long zipper would be 9 inches. For this I boldly began to measure Fausto's zipper. He allowed me to do do but I was very careful not to apply any pressure.

At this point I was wondering if this was the same man that I had seen 15 years earlier. He was a lot rounder than I remembered and I contemplated the notion that it might not be the same person. So, I kept everything on the straight and straight.

Fausto's zipper was a 9 inch one and he explained that he had gained a lot of weight over the summer and he needed the extra large pants. I reached over and patted him on the stomach as I told him that he looked just fine. I tried to make it sensual. I patted him a couple of times in a playful manner but he didn't respont. He just kept on talking about clothes and such.

I turned sideways to him and as we talked I let my hand brush against his crotch. I moved it away quickly and studied his face for a reaction. When I didn't see any outward sign of rejection I allowed my hand to brush against his crotch again. This time I made it a bit more intentional. Again I moved my hand away but this time Fausto started to stammer as he spoke. He wasn't moving away so I figured he was okay with me touching him.

I pressed the back of my hand onto his crotch again and left it there. I applied very little pressure but enough for him to get the message. He stopped talking for a second then asked me if I liked it. I said yes. That was my invitation and I began to massage his crotch. To my delight I was able to feel his hardening cock through his clothing.

We were standing about 20 feet from the front door and he was a bit nervous about having someone enter and discover us.

After a bit more groping, Fausto led me to a small storage room at the back of the store. He opened the door and I followed him inside. Once in he positioned himself so that he could see the front door but with me out of the line of sight.

We hugged and kissed for a minute or two then he asked me if I liked to suck cock. Needless to say I gave him a big yes.

I could feel his cock through his clothes and was anxious to see it exposed. Fausto fumbled around as he undid his belt, buttons, clasps and zipper. He didn't drop his pants but merely opened them up and pulled his cock from its resting place.

His cock was about 4 inches long and hard. Round as a silver dollar, it was perfectly shaped.

I took the head into my mouth and massaged it as I slipped it in and out several times. Fausto was writhing with pleasure as I worked on his cockhead. The first time I took it in all the way to his balls he gasped with delight. I continued to alternate between head sucking and then swallowing the whole thing until I felt him getting close. Then I stopped. I stood up and found Fausto's hungry mouth. He was so hot he devoured my tongue as I wrestled with his huge belly. He hugged me tightly as I held onto his big frame. There is nothing like the feeling of a tight hug from a burly bear silverfox. This made me hot as Fausto. A couple of moments like that and I was hot as a poker and the only thing I wanted was his cock in my mouth. I didn't have to look for a sign. Fausto put his hands on my shoulders as he broke our embrace and applied gentle pressure downward. As you command, I thought and down I went.

I started with a good cockhead licking then several deepthroat thrusts. Fausto was really enjoying the second serving and I continued to deepthroat him as I squeezed his sagging balls. It took less than a couple more minutes and he was beginning to hump against my mouth.

Fausto kept his hands on my shoulders as he sped up the fucking so that I was able to let him control the speed and depth of each stroke. He was fucking my mouth slowly and deliberately for a few strokes before I tasted the first load of cum being shot from his beautiful cock.

With a final gasp and a massive exhalation he shot the last gob of cum into my mouth then pulled away. He handed me a paper towel and took one for himself. We quickly cleaned up and went back into the store. Luckily there still wasn't anyone around so I was able to give him a final kiss, hug and grope. His cock and balls felt great behind his clothes as they began to soften.

My lunch hour over, I had to get going so I said my goodbyes. To my astonishment, Fausto said "I've seen you before haven't I?" I couldn't believe that he would remember me after all those years. I only saw him for maybe 5 minutes. I didn't want to spoil the illusion of a chance encounter so I lied and told him I didn't think so. I'm not sure if he believed me or not.

On my way back to work I pondered how long I should wait before visiting again. Maybe another 15 years............

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